“This,” I groan. “Let me spill into you, Saelûn. Let me fill you with everything I’ve been holding back. My body—my soul—it’s already trying to bind to yours. I need to come—just once—so I can fit where I‘m meant to be.
Her breath catches, she reaches up with one hand and strokes my antler, her voice drops to a trembling whisper.
“I want to feel you leaking out of me, rhûen’ka. I want to be so full of your seed I drip with you for days.”
I choke on a moan. Holythrahking vel’krakha.(Holy fucking shit.)
“Hold me here,” I adjust her hand on the most sensitive part. “Right there. Gods, yes—right there.”
Her hand slides from my antler to my lower back, keeping me aligned with her entrance as my movements get jerky.
“Are you going to fill your little human mate?” she teases.
I can’t hold back another second.
“Take it,” I growl, muscles locking. “Take everything, little mate.”
Hot, thick pulses ofkaersinflood against her entrance—the first taste of what I’ve saved just for her. I shudder as the last of it spills across her swollen flesh, glistening in the moonlight like my own personal brand of silver god-fire.
Her body clenches as it coats her, streaking her inner thighs.
“Thrahk. Look at you,” I rasp. “Dripping in me.”
I dip two fingers into the cool liquid between us, gathering the offering I've left on her skin. She moans as I press it gently back into her.
“This is your version of a little?” She mumbles. “You're going to drown me.”
I chuckle as I continue to coat her from within. “It'll help you take me,” I murmur. “You're so tight, Saelûn. I had to prepare you... soften you... or I would have split you in half.”
She moans, hips bucking to meet my touch. I press my forehead to hers.
“Kaersin ves’kai Velorin. Veyr’kai ves skar.” (My offering keeps you safe. My bond makes you ready.)
She whimpers against my mouth, hands fisting in my fur, trying to pull me closer.
“Andrik... please.”
I’m shaking. Every nerve in my body is aflame. I pull my hand from between her thighs, glistening with the essence I’ve tucked into her.
I kiss down her jaw, her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “I’m going to claim you now, Lumi. Make you mine in every way that matters.”
She reaches down, curling her fingers around me again, guiding me down.
The head of my cock slips against her slickness, and we both shudder. I push forward, and her scorching heat swallows just the tip—gripping me so hard I have to bite my tongue. I’ve never felt anything like this before, so soft and warm, but so thrahking small.
“I can feel every beat of your heart pulsing around my cock,” I rasp. “You’re strangling me, Saelûn. So tight I can barely move.”
Her legs lock around my hips, trembling with effort as she drags me closer, trying to force my cock deeper even as her body fights to stretch around me.
“Easy,” I whisper. “I’m already yours. I’ll give you all of me.”
I push just a little more, just enough to spread her open and feel her flutter around the very top of my shaft.
“Is this okay?” I groan, teeth gritted, trying to rein in Rhûven’s urge to bury us to the hilt.
“More,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Andrik. I need you.”
I thrust deeper, feeling her walls ripple and clench, fighting to accommodate my size. Each inch I claim makes her whimper. I press until I’m halfway in, her warmth swallowing me until my hips tremble with the need to bottom out.
